Katie's POV
Blood ran down from her hairline following the familiar tears on her cheeks. There were still tears even though it was the thousandth time in her existence that the man she'd once loved had driven his foot into her now swollen stomach. Her hoarse throat cried out once more in pain as he kicked, hard one last time before walking away and leaving her crumpled on the floor.
Katie Bell, 22 year old chaser for Puddlemere United, ironically never beaten in her career on the Quidditch pitch, lay there. For the past six months she'd longed for her home to be a haven of sanctuary rather than the defenceless battleground which had become her reality every time he, her drunken boyfriend nick,had become angry.
She closed her eyes knowing that tomorrow at practice she'd have to smile through the pain again. His anger came with many things, jealously included.
For now she'd sleep, exhausted from tonight's battle. She no longer loved him and whether he kept her for love or for war she did not know but she couldn't leave him. He'd find her, she was famous after all, if she left him she'd have to leave her career along with it.
They'd won tonight. She should be out celebrating with her team, but instead she was in her current position.
Sleep finally came and carried her with it.
AN: Hope that made sense. I apologise for the grammar and paragraphing it's probably going to get worse. This chapter was v. short, not even a page but they should get longer from here on. Please, please review! Cookies and milk!